Amidst alien heat and frost
The deck of the heart
lies abandoned like
the wet mark of
a memory-wound.
From the boat-house of desire
ancient eyes scan
a luminous past.
Absorbed in the
memory of the beloved
face resting between palms
holding native desires
my palms become
her palms.
Like shamed seasons
dreams lie in a corner
of the eye.
In the sun's heat
dreams smolder
and still life makes
new dreams like
foreign friends.
Alone in alien land
tiptoe timid memories
darkness rains even
on full- moon nights
like the intense meaning
of -sad.
Desires demand
new leaves so
they may breathe
and new desires spring.
When desires set
in the mould of desire
life comes closer to life
as held in the arms of
the paper the pen is
eager to speak.
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